Welcome to My Poetry Site
Battle of the mind
Battle of the mind
As happiness dwells in its sanctuary
Sorrow plots its demise around the corner
You explore and find agendas that were hidden
Memories created that are never forgotten or forgiven
As vengeance battles with sympathy
The conscience begins to compose a symphony
A ballad so illogical it is void of all rationale
That death itself is the mourner
The plains of generosity are shades as clouds of self-indulgence dance above
As the winds of the sub-conscious blow
And the plains are perceptible below
The facade which embodies empathy the shadow of indifference begins to show
The sub-conscious wages war with the conscience on a daily basis
Which carries the mind through various phases
Let courage feed off of fear
Let not stubbornness fall victim to pride
Self-discipline becomes a stranger to temptation
While priorities are derailed on the train of thought
The drama in the theatre of the mind is sometime your own creation
As your thoughts set sail let them be guided by the compass of morality
The largest fear in self should be self
Because self is never singular always plural
The sub-conscious is subliminal
And the conscience is always held accountable as the criminal
www.poetrypoem.com/marnairdecoded
Twitter:@Marnair25
As happiness dwells in its sanctuary
Sorrow plots its demise around the corner
You explore and find agendas that were hidden
Memories created that are never forgotten or forgiven
As vengeance battles with sympathy
The conscience begins to compose a symphony
A ballad so illogical it is void of all rationale
That death itself is the mourner
The plains of generosity are shades as clouds of self-indulgence dance above
As the winds of the sub-conscious blow
And the plains are perceptible below
The facade which embodies empathy the shadow of indifference begins to show
The sub-conscious wages war with the conscience on a daily basis
Which carries the mind through various phases
Let courage feed off of fear
Let not stubbornness fall victim to pride
Self-discipline becomes a stranger to temptation
While priorities are derailed on the train of thought
The drama in the theatre of the mind is sometime your own creation
As your thoughts set sail let them be guided by the compass of morality
The largest fear in self should be self
Because self is never singular always plural
The sub-conscious is subliminal
And the conscience is always held accountable as the criminal
www.poetrypoem.com/marnairdecoded
Twitter:@Marnair25
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Battle of the mind
Battle of the mind
